Free Midnight's Kiss by Donna Grant Page B

weeks with him around? The bite of biscuit went down awkwardly and landed heavily in her stomach.
    Weeks. With a hot Scot walking around, looking at her as if he were stripping off her clothes. It was never going to work.
    “I’ll be out shortly,” Ronnie said as she got to her feet.
    Andy left the tent and Ronnie zipped the opening to keep anyone else from venturing in. She ate the rest of her breakfast, and then sipped her coffee as her thoughts turned back to the dream. Anything to get her mind off Arran and what she’d like him to do to her.
    There was no doubt she was close to the box. She’d sensed ancient artifacts before, but there was something different about this box. Why did it want her? Was it because it knew she could sense it? That had to be it.
    She couldn’t wait to discover what was inside it. Was it jewels? Gold? Or something even more precious?
    When her coffee was finished, Ronnie got ready for the day. She shivered against the cold water used to wash up and the cool summer air.
    She’d gotten more used to the weather than when she first arrived in Scotland, but there were times she missed the tropic-like heat of Atlanta.
    The summers could be oppressive they were so hot and humid, but when she’d been raised in that kind of weather, it was going to take more than a few years to get accustomed to the dampness and cold of Scotland.
    Ronnie unzipped the tent and stepped outside. Only to find her gaze riveted on Arran. He was shirtless again. All his wonderful muscles fully on display as he bent at the waist and dumped a bottle of water over the back of his head.
    He straightened, throwing back his dark brown hair that looked nearly black when wet. He shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere.
    She watched water trickle down his face to his chest, and then zigzag through the valleys of his muscle to disappear in the waist of his cargos.
    Ronnie tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry.
    When she lifted her gaze, it was to discover Arran staring at her. His golden eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. There was an invitation there, as well as desire. Ronnie yanked her gaze away and found other women watching Arran.
    Her only consolation was that he’d been looking at her.
    “There you are,” Pete said as he walked up. “I’ve been looking for you.”
    “What is it?” Anything to steer her thoughts away from Arran and his irresistible body. And amazing eyes.
    Pete frowned a moment before he said, “The next fund-raiser is just days away.”
    “Damn. I’d forgotten.”
    “You always do,” he said with a laugh.
    Ronnie blew out a breath. She hated the fund-raisers. They were a necessity, but it was time away from her digs. “Where is it at, again?”
    “Edinburgh. I’d tried to get it moved to Glasgow since it’d be closer, but no such luck, kid.”
    She shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”
    “Have you thought about taking a date to this one?”
    “No.” And then she paused. After the last one, where the men wouldn’t leave her alone, she’d vowed not to go alone again. “On second thought, I’ll take Andy.”
    Pete laughed and then quickly coughed to cover it. “Sorry, Ronnie, but be serious. No man will think Andy is your date. He’s too much like a brother to pull that off effectively.”
    She really hated when Pete was right. “Then you come as my date.”
    “You’re sweet to even mention me, but that won’t work either. You’re going to need an actual date, kid, if you don’t want to spend the time fending off the men.”
    “I know, but where in the world would I find a date on such short notice?”
    As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Arran’s laugh sounded. She found herself looking at him again. Her gaze was always drawn to him, as if he were the flame and she the moth.
    Her hands curled as she recalled being yanked against his hard body while her hands grabbed a hold of his wide shoulders. It was only then that she realized Arran must have